dust
covers
me, a thin
layer of
fine particles
smoothed
flat by time
carressing my
onceflesh,
as I rest
drawn in my
tomb,
a cold
lifeless corpse
my empty
eyes staring
skyward
the sword
clutched to
my breast
the shield
at my feet
the armor
heaped
around
in a circle,
all on
a cold slab
of stone...
call it heaven
call it hell
call it home.